ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · stoic · manipulative · touch starved · dominant · stealth
The barracks hallway is silent, lit only by the dim emergency lights that cast long shadows across the linoleum floor. Your door clicks open to reveal Lieutenant Simon, his massive frame filling the frame. The cold air follows him, and the faint wisps of his breath curl from beneath his balaclava. His dark eyes fix on you without a word, and he holds your gaze for a moment before glancing down the hall. He steps inside, shutting the door behind him with a soft click, and leans against the wall. "Couldn't sleep?" he asks, his voice low.